>> I'll knock off the military business pretty soon.
But I just feel like I have to do a couple of things more.
This again goes back to the Greek --
-- Tyrtaeus [? the poet ?] --
-- then paid by the Spartans to make marching songs for them, ok?
Self exhortation on military themes.
Courage, I say.
Best exhorting myself, I say encouraging words the way the lame Tyrtaeus was supposed
to have been paid to say them, making marching songs
to make whole Spartans to march away in whole faith.
Now hear this, you sons of Hercules.
God is on our side.
So make-believe black death is white as day.
Dress up your hair for a war, as if for girls or boys,
and throw your bodies away. Love and your death equals joy.
But in his own crippled song to himself, on marching lamely,
he paid himself to say go it alone, kid.
Run your own races but when they say shit, squat and make faces.
All these men later died.
His and their fame.
His and their fame goes on in all military routine,
while a counter song I made them say of army verse I said and heard goes
on into the enlisted men's latrines.